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This is shaping up to be the most interesting day off Enjin has had in a long time. He settles in to watch, pleased with the energy of the room and the show he’s being given. It’s not like it’s going to affect him in the long run or anything like that.
Written for Day 4 and 5 of EnZan Fluff Week: Day Off, Body Worship, & Drunk
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- Part 4 of EnZan Week 2026
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Bookmarked by inkykuji
24 Feb 2026
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Jabber notices the looks Zanka’s been giving Enjin lately. He’s jealous, but too fond of Zanka, so he prepares a nice surprise for him.
Bookmarked by inkykuji
24 Feb 2026
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Blood on my teeth far beyond dry. by Zasial_Or_Baguette_Blueberry
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
22 Dec 2025
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“In that case… you’ll be my training.”
Zanka feels his heart climb so high into his throat he could swallow it. The sentence is threatening. The tone too. The approach is dangerous. But Zanka knows. He reads it in the subtle tension of his gaze. He knows it’s bluff.
He’s teasing.
He’s searching.
He’s provoking.Jabber is still tasting the effect he has on him like dried blood stuck to his teeth. So Zanka doesn’t blink. He locks his gaze into his.
“Fine.”
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- Part 3 of Jabber X Zanka
Bookmarked by inkykuji
19 Feb 2026
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Jabber is a brat who doesn't know when to quit. Zanka is more than happy to teach him.
Bookmarked by inkykuji
15 Feb 2026
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sinkhole (i sink right into you) by 13KeithXPidge13
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Anime), Gachiakuta (Manga)
25 Jan 2026
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A groan comes from below him, low and deep, and it has him freezing up completely and blinking, before whipping to glance down at what was underneath him.
Correction; at what he was sitting /atop of/.
He could feel it properly, now that he wasn’t distracted by the adrenaline rush, now that everything was stilling around him—them. He could feel the hips he was straddling, the lower stomach his ass was stationed on, and the hands that had somehow, intentionally or not, attached themselves to his waist.
Jabber’s hands. Jabber’s hands that were on his waist. Jabber’s hips that he was straddling. Jabber that he was situated atop of.
Jabber’s face—which was inches away from Zanka’s own, and purple eyes open to meet his blue.
[or, that one stuck in a tight space fic that every fandom eventually gets]
Bookmarked by inkykuji
09 Feb 2026